Page 112 of Cruel Devotion

“Hmmm.” Monique lowered in front of me. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for my pants and pulled out my stiff, throbbing cock. “I want this.”

My body responded instantly, every nerve pulsed with flaming desire. “You can have anything you want.”

I raised myself slightly to allow Monique to yank the pants further down to my knees.

Mist curled along my muscular thighs.

Chanel looked down at my cock. “My only regret in life was that I didn't bounce on that.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I should have fucked you when I was alive.”

“Wait.” My heart ached. “That's right. . .you're dead—”

“Don't think aboutthat. Think aboutthis.” Monique began stroking my cock. Those hands moved with an enticing precision.

Gentle, yet demanding.

And all earlier thoughts left me as I focused on her electric touch.

Then, Chanel's lips found their way to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Poor L,” Her voice grew husky with desire. “You missed out on so much pleasure when I was alive.”

I tried to process her words, but all coherent thoughts were quickly pushed aside as Monique's touch intensified, her thumb expertly teasing the sensitive tip of my cock.

Pre-cum spurt out.

Monique chuckled and then lapped at it.

“Oh, fuck.” It was impossible to resist the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me.

Her tongue darted out, tracing a torturous path along the sensitive rim of my cock.

The misty space grew hazy around us as their caresses intermingled, intertwining pleasure and desire in a dance that was as sensual as it was intoxicating.

Then, Chanel's hand slipped between Monique and me, joining in the caresses to my cock.

I loudly groaned.

Monique's touch became more urgent, her strokes quickening with a carnal hunger. Her eyes filled with lust and locked with mine.

I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as Chanel and Monique continued their erotic display.

Chanel's lips trailed down my chest, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake.

Monique's skilled hand never ceased its tantalizing rhythm, pumping my cock with an expertise that left me breathless.

I was close to exploding.

Then, Chanel's nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, joining forces with Monique's exquisite strokes.

“Oh fuck!” My breathing shifted to fast pants.

My mind was awash with a tempestuous storm of pleasure and longing.

“I owe you, L.” Still stroking me, Chanel lowered next to Monique.

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